towerofanimus | [open; backdated to wednesday]

Characters: Tavros and

towerofanimus!
Setting: Nighttime, wandering the tower in various places, stairwells.
Format: Starting with action, but I can match!
Summary: Tavros doesn't want to stay cooped up in his room, but it's probably a stupid idea to leave at the same time.
Warnings: There will be death!

[Tavros had been taking the chance, honestly, when he had decided to start wandering around the darkened corridors that made up the tower at the moment. He couldn't stay in his room, though, even if there was some light in there. Being cooped up in there wasn't something he could do, even if he had his Fiduspawn cards with him and that would've been enough to entertain him for a short while, at least.

So! There's a young troll boy that's cautiously walking through the halls. He might be trying to find the source of everything, too, but with no success. He keeps hearing the voices of his friends, but he's so sure they aren't there-- at least, he thinks. One of them could've arrived and he hadn't seen them yet because everyone was so preoccupied with the issues they were facing now.

Either way, there is a thirteen-year-old troll boy cautiously moving through the hallways and up and down the stairwells-- anyone want to talk to him? He's trying to be brave, even if he thinks it's fake bravery. ]

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[Dave was not having a good time. He'd been wandering the tower less able to see, his shades over his eyes which, yes, he refused to take off. Partly for the sake of principle and partly because he really, really didn't want to see what was going on.

His brother's voice was following him everywhere. And so was that fucking puppet, Lil' Cal. It was scaring him shitless, not that he'd ever lose his cool enough for one moment to scream or shout or give himself away as having a pansy ass, nuh-uh.

That is until... CRASH, Dave topples over the lifeless and broken body of a troll with really, really big horns. He peers over his shades cautiously to get a better look. There was brown fluid everywhere -- chocolate?-- except that it smelled like...]

AAAGH WHAT THE HELL!! WHO IS THIS DEAD DOUCHEBAG?!?!

[Yep, he is just here. On the stairs. Being dead.

Sorry about that, Dave.]

[Dave is taking deep breaths, trying to get his cool back, trying not to freak out what with eerie laughing from Lil' Cal coming from all directions and his brother rapping about how Dave let him die or some depressing shit.

Dead body. It was a dead body. Big deal, happens all the time.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god.

Okay, which troll was the one who was all brown and shit? Oh geeze it was the sick fires one, the really bad troll. Wow... this was pathetic... and sad...]

I warned you about the stairs, bro.

[He said it to try and lighten the mood. It only made it worse.

Dave ran off, shoes covered in brown and trekking footprints of troll blood back up the staircase. He was going to go hide under his covers now. Ironically.]

[open; backdated to wednesday]

[Post Tavros falling down all those stairs (if that's okay)]

THAT IS TOTALLY FINE.

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